Blessing is not a perfunctory act.
A blessing contains a premeditated, directed intention of significance and power unique to the blessed one.
Most often I am the blesser. I initiate this act of validation and confirmation with caution and caring. People expect it from their clergy.
So I was super surprised when a petite, dark-haired woman shuttled me under my friend’s wedding chuppahand dictated a blessing from the place of desire.
Her whole body swayed into mine as she cupped her hands over my head. In fluent Hebrew she unhesitatingly offered up a prayer of God’s protection and guidance over me.
I felt it in my body. It landed on my heart. I immersed my soul in its sincerity.
Blessing is not a perfunctory act, but it can be most beautiful when it arrives spontaneously.